Page 23 of Revenge At Raleigh High
She whimpers as I kiss her deeper, burying my hands into her hair, crushing my body up against her chest. Squirming, she seems to want to get even closer. Her breath is frantic as she takes hold of me by the wrist and guides my hand from her hair down…I think she’s encouraging me to touch her breasts, but she halts my hand by her neck, guiding me to the column of her pale throat.
I suddenly realize what she wants from me, and a surge of need fires around my body like a bullet exploding from a gun. She wants me to choke her. My fingers tighten reflexively around her throat, just for a second, a deep chasm of satisfaction yawning open in my chest, but then I’m ripping my hand away, clenching it into a painful fist. “No. No fucking way. I’m not doing that,” I pant.
Silver grabs my hand, holding it to her throat again. “You are. I want you to.”
This time I move my whole body away from her, not trusting myself to stick to my decision. “No fucking way. We aren’t getting caught up in that kind of power play bullshit, Silver. Trust me. You don’t want it.”
A stunned look of confusion passes over her face. “Trustme.I do.”
“Silver—”
“Haven’t you done it before?”
“Of course I’ve done it before.”
“Aren’t you into stuff? Doesn’t it turn you on?”
“It doesn’t matter if it turns me on. It’s not…it’s not right. Not for us, anyway.”
The confusion on her face disappears in a heartbeat, swiftly replaced by hurt. “So…you’ve fucked other girls before and been rough with them. You’ve liked it, it’s turned you on, but you won’t do it with me because…what, I’m toobroken?”
“No, Silver. You’re not fucking broken. I know that more than anyone.”
“Then what? Why won’t you do it, even if I’m asking you to?”
Fuck, I hate the way she’s looking at me. Like I swore I could give something to her, something that’s important to her, and now I’m going back on my word. Sighing heavily, I return to her, taking her face in my hands and I kiss her again. Relief floods through me when the stiffness in her muscles eases and she relaxes against me. I don’t want to disappoint her. I don’t want to let her down. I also don’t want to do something she thinks she’s ready for, only to scare the shit out of her and send her spiraling headfirst into some kind of dark fucking PTSD nightmare that she never re-emerges from either.
My logic must be kind of obvious, must makesomekind of sense to her, because Silver pulls away, resting her forehead against my chest, and says, “I’m not stupid, Alex. I don’t need handling with kid gloves. I know what I want.”
I smooth my hand over her hair, resting my chin on the top of her head. This is fucking brutal. My blood is molten lava in my veins. My erection’s now so hard and painful that I want to pick her up and take her right here where we stand. “Okay, then why do you wantthat?” I ask. I have to know. If she can’t give me a reasonable answer, then there’s no fucking way I’ll ever consider doing something like that with her.
At first, I think I’ve got her stumped; she doesn’t say anything for a long time. But then her even voice breaks the silence. “I don’t want to feel breakable. I want to feel like I’m in control of my own body. It excites me to think of handing myself over to you, knowing that you could do absolutely anything to me, because I trust you and I know you’ll never hurt me, but the risk of it…the risk of it excites me, Alex. Is that what you need to hear to be okay with it?”
“Don’t tell me anything because you think Ineedto hear it.”
She takes my hand again, but this time she doesn’t try and wrap it around her throat. She firmly thrusts it between our bodies, down in between her legs. I react the same way any hot-blooded male would react. I stroke my fingers through the folds of her pussy, finding her clit, and her point is instantly proven. She’s not just wet; the insides of her thighs are slick with her need.
“Fuck,” I hiss between my teeth. “Holy shit, Silver.”
“I was thinking about you on top of me when I was touching myself upstairs. I was thinking about you holding me down. I was thinking about your hand around my neck, cutting off my air supply while you fucked me so hard I saw stars. And now you won’t give it to me.”
If I had to complete a sobriety test, I’d fucking fail. I’m drunk on Silver. Wasted on her. The way she’s talking, the way she’s pulling my strings, the things she’s asking of me…I hate that it’s all affecting me so badly, but I can’t fucking deny any it. I want to dominate her. I want to own her body. I want to possess her in a way that feels new and a little frightening even to me, for fuck’s sake, and if I start…
Jesus, forgive me, there won’t be any stopping.
“Alex, I—I need it,” she whispers. “Please.”
I have limits. There are lines even I won’t cross, but when Silver begs me for something with this kind of despair in her voice, I can’t fucking say no to her. When she shoves her hand down the front of my sweats and grabs hold of my dick, whimpering as she closes her fingers around me, I know I’m going to give in to her. I shouldn’t fucking do it. It’s so fucking dangerous, and it could jeopardize everything we have, but I’m fucking lost to her.
I rub my thumb over her lip, snarling like a savage dog as I push it into her mouth, past her teeth, and I press her tongue down, feeling her shake against me. “Say the word, Silver. Say the word when you’ve had enough, because I—I don’t think I’ll know when to stop.”
My hand is around her throat a second later. The base of her skull is flush against the bedroom wall, and my fingers are driving into her pussy, thrusting up inside her. Her eyes are wide as I tighten my hold around her neck, and she lets out a strained desperate moan as I lean my weight against her, making it hard for her to breath.
My dick’s so hard and so fucking swollen that it feels like it’s going to explode as she pumps her hand up and down my shaft. She isn’t holding back. She’s jerking me off so hard that it actually hurts, but the pain only urges me on, making me react in kind, fucking her with my fingers until her back is bowed and her eyes are tightly shut, her face turning a worrying shade of crimson, visible even in the dark of the room.
“I want you, Alex. Fuck. Please. I need you inside me right now. I can’t take it. I need to come.”
It’s a relief that she can actually still speak. It’s a relief that I’ll be able to hear her if she tells me to quit. My heart’s racing as I pick her up, bodily lifting her from the floor, my fingers gouging into her skin as I carry her over to the bed and I throw her down on the mattress. My sweats are down my legs and gone in an instant. She claws at my back in a frenzy, and I snap out a rough, tight string of curse words as I shove her legs open and fall on top of her. There’s no hesitation. No moment of caution while I check to see if she’s okay. God help me, I push myself inside her so forcefully that her whole body tenses, locking up, her back curving away from the bed.
